gambol
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1 min readJan 21, 2018
children
gambol like
wind skitters
across cold waters.
(aimless) — (buffeted by pure wave length) — (a beatific chaos)
i used to play
with sand,
weeds and gypsum.
imagining worlds burrowed
within knee high grasses.
(insects in huts) — (tribulations of grasshopper councils) —
(serpents = a furtive devil’s fingers)
now,
the earth
is nothing
but ants
and grubs in the dirt.
now,
i’ve misused life
long enough to
know everything dies,
no matter how delicate.
(beauty a sprout) — (a delicate stem) — (or a gossamer wing)
(touch it) — (see how it falls a part)